All Things Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Door creaks
The sapphire sheets
Level with my eyes
Pillars of figures
And traces of ashes
Lead to
The stairwell;
With two
Pairs of shoes
Left unattended

There by the dock
Sat two children
I sense a blue blur
The other
A handsome
Brown one,
Skipping aside
Each other
Yelling at the sun
Calling on the grass
To support
Their secondly falls

The moon is kept,
Their pockets
Weep from nothing;
There is
But a piece
Of pineapple skin
Resting on their palms
Leaning
By their paper boat;
They held hands
Fell asleep
And became
All things